Yes, sometimes it's the little dreams that come true and provide enormous blessings that mean the most. This picture could very easily typify me and my two best friends at this age. We went through grade school together even though two of us never had a class together. We spent abundant time together growing up in grade school and being innocent little girls having so much fun. Those days cemented our love and even though we "lost" each other for many years approaching and during adulthood, we reunited and restored that unique and lasting bond that only best friends share.
After regrouping and reestablishing our relationships, we reminisced about those early days and decided it would be a great idea to experience an elementary school reunion. Can you believe we approached our old school - in fact now established as an historical landmark and functioning grade school – to learn if our little dream could become a reality? We were greeted with an enthusiastic "Yes!" from the administrator who informed us that two weeks after our decided upon date, the school would be celebrating its 125th year gala affair.
Over the course of the winter and early spring, we launched into planning our reunion. My friend Verna had worked on their high school reunion and, let me tell you, she's a pro. In fact, the administrator asked to use some of her materials for the big event because it was so incredibly well done. Indescribable!
My friend Debbie decorated the school table with snacks that looked like fine dining, another professional effort which could've easily outdone most caterers. Between the two of them, it rocked. Professionals could not have done a better job!
I handled the light work – the practical, non-creative "stuff". Our husbands who had no connection to our school were great assistants, helped with their muscle and encouragement, and we all had a fabulous time.
The "kids" who responded and were able to attend were in awe of being back at our grade school, impressed by what we offered them, and spent over three hours talking and laughing and remembering a simpler time. It felt good. And, honestly, it was meaningful to be remembered and to have the opportunity to once again see those who'd meant so much to us in those early years.
Yeah, it might seem like a small thing, but for me it was a little dream come true. I loved it!
God, we have only you to thank for it. You're an amazing God, and every good and perfect gift comes from you. Thank you is never enough. Thank you from my heart. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.
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